88 Quotes by Walter de la Mare

The only catalogue of this world’s goods that really counts is that which we keep in the silence of the mind.

Once a man strays out of the common herd, he’s more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels.

Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer’s day.

Oh, pity the poor glutton Whose troubles all begin In struggling on and on to turn What’s out into what’s in.

Very old are the woods; And the buds that break Out of the brier’s boughs, When March winds wake, So old with their beauty are – Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.

An hour’s terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.

They say death’s a going to bed; I doubt it; but anyhow life’s a long undressing. We came in puling and naked, and every stitch must come off before we get out again. We must stand on our feet in all our Rabelaisian nakedness, and watch the world fade.

Unless you were preternaturally busy and preoccupied, you simply couldn’t live on and on in a haunted house without being occasionally reminded of its ghosts.

As soon as they’re out of your sight, you are out of their mind.